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“You seem to forget that my sister is—married. Her fancy dress, save for
the green-gray stockings, the pseudo-Turkish slippers, and baggy silk trousered
ends natural to a Corsair’s bride, was hidden in a large black-silk-hooded operacloak. Oh God! pardon me. ’
‘That,’ said Gosse, ‘is a matter of opinion. “Good evening, Dorling,” he said. CHAPTER XXVII. About noon, next day, he was able to move; and the gale having abated, he set
out homewards with his little charge. At last in a street near the Hampstead Road she
hit upon a room that had an exceptional quality of space and order, and a tall
woman with a kindly face to show it. In the corner of the room were two
hockey-sticks and a tennis-racket, and upon the walls Ann Veronica, by means of
autotypes, had indicated her proclivities in art.
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